Disclaimer: No money from this and I don't own the mentalist or NCIS

Author's Note: Hello readers, sorry for such a late update but my computer's broken so I have trouble acessing a computer and my Dad was busy on his laptop the last few days so I am really sorry. Thanks so much to Liz Jackson, jisbon-sessed and Just Mosie for reviewing :)

Lisbon felt unbelieveably relieved when they finally arrived in Washington D.C. She'd just spent five and a half hours on an airplane with Jane and she was just about ready to shoot him!

They hailed a cab and drove in relative silence to the hotel, which Lisbon was grateful for, telling the driver to wait for them they hurridly checked in and raced back outside for the journey to NCIS. Jane paid the driver before they both entered the building.

"Jane, behave okay? When we find this Gibbs don't annoy him," Lisbon pleaded hoping for once in his life he would listen, "I need to make a good impression so he'll keep me in the loop."

"Sure Lisbon," he said flashing her a smile, "so where is this Gibbs anyway?"

"Errr..."

"Excuse me!" Jane called to a woman walking by, she had night black and a dog collar...?

"I don't think she works here," Lisbon hissed at him.

"Does."

"Does not."

"Does."

"Does not."

"Does not what?" asked the woman as she approached them.

"You do work here don't you?" Jane asked .

"Yeah, name's Abby Sciuto," she said brightly.

"Do you know where we can find Special Agent Gibbs?" Jane inquired.

"Yeah, I'll take you to him if you want," she offered kindly leading them to the elevator.

"Told you," Jane whispered to Lisbon giving her a triumphant grin.

"Shut up Jane," she whispered back as the elevator shot up.

They were led to an area with four desks, two were empty and two were occupied. One by a man intently typing away on his computer and another by an older man with silver hair who sipped some coffee.

"Which one's Gibbs?" wondered Lisbon aloud.

"Isn't it obvious? Gibbs is the one sipping his coffee," Jane pointed out and Abby nodded leading them to him.

"Yes Abs?"

"These people are here to see you."

"And who are they?"

"I'm Agent Teresa Lisbon, we spoke on the phone," Lisbon announced as Abby shrugged.

"Is this yout husband?" Gibbs nodded and indicated Jane who grinned.

"No. NO! He's just a colleague who decided to come with me," Lisbon answered swiftly before Jane could open his mouth, "now about my brother?"

"He is dead."

"How?" Lisbon asked as the last sliver of hope for her brother's life died.

"Three gunshot wounds to the chest."

"He was murdered."

"Yeah, hey CBI guy! Leave my agent's desks alone," Gibbs snapped at Jane, who was looking through one of the desks.

"Probably a good idea considering she's ex-mossad," Jane agreed moving away from the desk to the one opposite.

"How did you know that?" asked Abby curiously.

"I'm psychic," Jane grinned and Lisbon rolled her eyes.

"Really?"

"It doesn't matter!" Lisbon snapped, "about my brother, any leads?"

"Have we ever met because I feel like I've seen you before?" Abby wondered aloud to Jane.

"I used to be on TV."

"Really?"

"Why don't we talk somewhere more private?" offered Gibbs and Lisbon nodded as she followed him to the elevator. Gibbs pressed one of the arrows and no sooner had the elevator started to descend he hit the emergenct stop.

"What are you doing?" Lisbon demanded.

"Talking to you privately," Gibbs said simply, "you know I can't discuss an ongoing case with you."

"Well let me take over the case then," Lisbon begged as her heart began pounding, she had to find out who had killed her brother.

"No."

"How about a joint investigation then?" she offered anxiously.

"Hmmm..."

"Please? We're are good at our jobs, not that your team aren't but maybe it'd be nice to get some help."

"And the `psychic?`"

"He's not really psychic... he's actually not that bad when you get used to him. He's good at his job," Lisbon answered somewhat nervously, if Jane had cost her her brother's murderer she might actually shoot him.

"I want the lead."

"You can have it."

"Deal," Gibbs agreed offering her his hand which she shook as relief flooded her. Gibbs hit the emergency switch and the elevator sprang back into action...